Our Love Story | Kim Seokjin

his misses through the phone.

It took me hours to decide whether I should or should not call him—will it sound like I'm desperate? I kept on rolling my body side to side on my bed under the sheet of my blankets.

"What's the use? He's probably busy with his girlfriend—"

Surprisingly, at the moment when I dropped my phone on the floor, it rang and his name popped as he was the caller.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone back. I cleared my throat as I walked out from my room and rushed outside of the house.

"Hello?" I shook my head with my eyes closed as I mentally cursed myself for answering so fast.

"Hey, how's my favourite person doing?"

Just by hearing his voice melted me in a pool of warm hearts. I bit my lower lips once I realised he called me his favourite person. "I'm...good, and you?"

It took me awhile to notice how strange I acted and how pathetic I sounded like; as if it was our first time talking through the phone.

His amazing chuckle could be heard and I surely smiled as I imagined him—as dramatic as it sounds, yes I imagined his handsome face. "I'm good too...I think," his sentences ended with a sigh. "I really want to see you right now, Wendy," he continued.

"Why would you want me there?" I asked as a laugh came out along. "Where's your girlfriend?"

I didn't know why I had asked that question when I knew that it would stab me in the heart.

He sighed heavily. "That's the thing...I tried calling her for a few times yet she declined them all. I sent her messages too, how painful to know that she only read it," he explained.

And that was when I realised.

I was his second choice—if it wasn't his girlfriend, it would be me.

"Yeah, well maybe she's just busy with other things," I stupidly defended the girlfriend of his. I rolled my eyes just by hearing my own imbecile words.

"...maybe," he hesitated. "I don't know...I just kind of realise that she's getting distance from me."

I didn't know why it made me smile—oh, no wait—I was in fact overjoyed to know that his relationship was near to an iceberg; which will eventually crashed just how titanic had happen.

I held my smile to contain my tone from excitement. "Yeah, that's bad...well do you find her suspicious?" I was baiting on something, well maybe just maybe, his girlfriend cheated on him.

"Well...I saw her with an older guy while she was on her way to school..."

"What—?"

"I actually assumed that it was her brother, she told me she has brother who is three years older than her."

My smile faded. "How are you even so sure about that?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Have you not watch any Korean drama?" I asked as my voice rose in frustration. "You guys should learn from Korean drama!"

"Tsk, Korean dramas are fictions only, besides chivalry is dead therefore, gentlemen in Korean drama don't exist," he retorted proudly.

I shut my eyes and sighed. "The reason why gentlemen in Korean drama exists are because experience of a man, which means there is at least a few gentlemen. And obviously, you're not included."

He scoffed through the phone. "Excuse me? Miss Wendy, I had treated you with all the fun and sweetness with glory and laughter! And yet you said to me that I am excluded in the chivalrous life of man?" I laughed once I pictured him talking with his hand on his chest.

I smiled cheekily as if he could see me. "Yes and yes, and I believe every girls will agree with my statement."

"Fine then,"

"Yup,"

"Perfect,"

"Yup,"

He didn't answer back as it was then silent—did he hang up on me?

And a few minutes after, he broke the silence while I was gazing the open-darkness at the sky. "So, what are you doing?"

"There's no stars tonight...but I wish you're here to watch the sky with me," I said bluntly, didn't care if it sounded so hopeless.

"Don't worry; I'm watching the same sky too,"

Sometimes, in a life, we realised and we observed, why that one person treated you that way—I even do psychological tests, just to identify his reasons to treat me that way.

It was confirmed by more than one tests that he hundred percent liked me but didn't notice himself.

I tried to not believe but as we spent time, there was nothing more than the truth—he was confused as he was lost in the puddle of love, friendship and guilt.

He might like me but at the same time he only want me as a friend as he already had a girlfriend, hence only left him with great tons of guilt.

"I miss you," he said.